[The Bull chuckles, appreciative. There's the guy Varric wrote about, and he couldn't have picked a better time to pop up; if the Bull has to have a whole conversation about the bloodlust thing, he might as well be having it with the kind of guy who's happy to let himself get distracted making dick jokes.]

That's the thing though, how do you know I'm not blowing smoke up your ass? I could tell you I've got a three foot greatsword in my pants and get to ask you whatever I want. Doesn't seem that fair on your end.